moongster

Is it time to cross yet?
Or should I wait a little longer?
It’s never a good time, I bet.
It’s easier to just linger.

As I watch myself fades
To a ghastly shadow
My former spirit dissipates
Into an eerie glow.

Though the other side seems far-flung
It is actually just an earshot
The night is still young
However, the day is not.

So I look left and right
And make my next step.
There is no need to be uptight
If one happens to misstep.

I guess?